“Their encounter had formed a strange chemical bond. Mitch, a hardened ruffian, had opened up the prison of his soul to her. And Kika, who led a bitterly puritanical existence, had started to make love to him on her sofa.” LoveRomancePassionFictionCrimeDramaNoirMystery SuspenseIrish Book:Ruthless Shadow Source: Ruthless Shadow
“His deadpan expression turned bitter with a curl of his lip. “Save your sermon for some other sap. Nobody shares money—not even dead people. Why do you think they invented wills and trust funds?” FictionMysteryCrimeDramaNoirIrish1940s Book:Ruthless Shadow Source: Ruthless Shadow
“Gory frontline memories from war in the Philippines returned to Mitch as he submerged himself in the brush. He sunk deep into the leaves and mud, and stayed there. He remembered scenes from the jungle. The tremors of falling bombs. The smell of smoke.” FictionCrimeWwiiNoir1940sPostwar Book:Ruthless Shadow Source: Ruthless Shadow
“At this place in time, neither of them were foreign to each other. They were just two humans alone in the middle of the sky. The differences between them now were immaterial, like the faint whisper of traffic far below.” RomanceMysteryCrimeMurderThrillerAsianSingaporeJapanese Book:Edge of Suspicion Source: Edge of Suspicion
“No more lip from you. Otherwise there might be a misunderstanding.” Kika eyed the door. She considered making an escape. “Oh…I forgot to mention something. It’s terribly stormy outside tonight,” said Mitch, with an ominously sweet smile. “It’s raining bullets.” RomanceFictionCrimeThrillerNoir FictionIrish Book:Ruthless Shadow Source: Ruthless Shadow